Page 53 of Seducing Bran
“You like me.” Most people liked their cat or chocolate fudge. But Bran’s gaze was dark, his arms wrapped protectively around her body. He was sincere. This was a relationship, and not just a hookup. “Am I your girlfriend?”
“Absolutely.”
“So you don’t want me dating anyone else?” For most couples, that would go without saying, but this was Bran—she needed specifics. For one, because she cared too much to leave her future up to ambiguity. And two, because he wasn’t known for monogamy.
“I was a dick in the beginning. I’m trying to make up for it, but I’ll understand if you’d rather date someone else. But I won’t share you if you’re with me.”
Okay, that was big. He’d just locked things down.
She ran a finger along those tense lips, and they softened, opened, and pulled on her digit with tongue and suction. “Okay. I’ll give you a chance.”
He let go of her finger with a loud pop and kissed her hard, his mouth mimicking the moves they’d perfected in the back of his truck. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Well, maybe not my best behavior all the time,” he said. “In bed, I plan to be very bad.”
She wiggled beneath him. “Where’d you say those condoms were?”
Bran pulled on his shirt and jeans and wrapped her in a blanket so fast that her head spun.
She laughed as he carried her out of the back of the truck, shoved the tailgate closed with a kick and a grunt, and nearly tossed her in the front seat of the cab. “At my house, exactly five seconds away if I floor it down the dirt road. What time do you need to be home?”
“I don’t.”
His nostrils flared. “Exactly the words I wanted to hear.”
Bran had a girlfriend.The real deal. Not a sex buddy, or a date, but a girlfriend. It wasn’t exactly what he’d planned, but damn did it feel good.
He’d nearly bailed on the entire date. Or, at least, that was what he’d told himself as he’d approached Jaeg’s front door. Deep down, he wanted to be with Ireland exactly as he’d said. Committed. No other man touching her, wanting her. Just the two of them, spending their free time together. With lots more explosive sex.
Bran had done the epitome of cheesy romance shit the morning after their date and watched Ireland sleep. He’d played it off as though he’d been sleeping too, but nope, he’d been watching her.
She purred lightly when she slept. Not exactly a snore, but a cute sound. Her face had been so pretty—more beautiful than he’d ever seen it. Well, except when she was angry with him. She was all fire and sexy vixen when she was angry with him. In those moments, all he wanted to do was throw her onto some soft surface and convince her to forgive him. Preferably with his hands and mouth.
Bran scrubbed a palm down his face, the numbers in front of him blurring. It was his own damned fault he was alone right now instead of in bed with Ireland. He’d swung by Blue and taken her out for lunch over the last few days, but every night she’d worked late at the club fixing their software problems.
Why hadn’t he hired someone else? Then he could be taking his beautiful new girlfriend out on the town. Or better yet, stay in, order dinner, and make love to her…
Make love?
Bran closed his eyes. He tapped a finger on his desk. Okay, so he might be a little in love with Ireland.
She was different than the women he’d dated in the past. She was the first person who’d made him toss his rules aside. Because she was worth the risk.
So fine, his feelings ran deeper than normal, and that was okay. It would have happened eventually with someone. Though he’d never imagined it happening before he met Ireland…
A knock sounded at the door, and then Ireland walked in with a huge grin on her face.
She propped her hip against his desk and crossed her arms. “It’s fixed.”
He stared at her hips absently, and considered finishing what they’d started in this room weeks ago, when she hadn’t been his girlfriend and making out on desks was naughty. “Fixed what?”
Though desk sex was still pretty naughty…hmmm.
He reached for her, and she lifted his chin until his gaze landed on her face.
“The program. It’s working,” she said, eyes twinkling.
